Jace opened up his apartment door and Clary stepped in. It smelled like him, as weird as it was. She immediately felt like she belonged, just like he had convinced her of it earlier.

"Do you like it?" She heard Jace asked behind her.

Clary blushed as she felt him wrap his arms around her waist. She nodded; it was a very nice apartment.

He took her hand and led her through the door. "I'll give you a tour." He moved his way through the living room and into a kitchen. Clary giggled at the box of TRIX cereal on his table. "I thought TRIX were for kids?" She joked and poked his arm. He smiled down at her. "You would think that, wouldn't you?"

He walked her to the bathroom to make sure she knew where it was. Clary was surprised to see how big his apartment was. Wasn't it always the teachers who complained about low income even though they only worked nine months out of the year? Sure, it was a very noble profession but others were working there asses off year round and not even taking a sick day.

Jace seemed to understand the look on her face and answered her question, "My parents are rich."

"Parents?" Clary asked.

"I was adopted when I was ten."

She arched an eyebrow. "So your uncle…?"

"Was the only blood I had left."

She nodded her head and turned away from him. She was doing everything in her power to keep herself from snapping at him. She really did not want him thinking she was bipolar. In her opinion that's how today was going.

She started intensely staring at one of the pictures on his wall. She was surprised when she felt his strong arms around her waist. She shivered when she felt his breath in his ear and she turned her head so she was looking into his eyes.

"You shouldn't have to hold your tongue, Clary. I can tell you have so many emotions bottled inside and you have no one to talk to. You can tell me. I won't get mad at you."

She shook her head. "I'm just scared I guess."

"Scared of what?"

She shrugged her shoulders. What wasn't there to be afraid of? Everyone who had ever been in her life had always left. Her mom had died, her father and shut her out and then gone to jail, her foster families just wanted the extra cash they bought in when they were supposed to be using it on her, and her cousin had just used her in ways indescribable. This had to work with Jace, even for just a few months.

"I'm afraid of a lot of things Jace."

He squeezed her to him. "How about I show you the guest room and then my room, we can see where you would like to stay."

He dragged her towards the guest room and he never let go of her waist so they practically wobbled the entire way there. By the time they reached the room they were both laughing uncontrollably.

Clary didn't know how she felt so comfortable with Jace. This situation was not unlike the ones she scoffed at in the romantic movies. It was very unrealistic for people to fall in love in two days like in the movies. But Clary guessed this was a bit different. Clary had known Jace for six months and this wasn't love. She just finally had someone who wanted her.

"You're so beautiful when you smile." Jace said and Clary felt blood rush to her cheeks. Jace let out a little laugh and kissed her cheek.

He grabbed the knob to the guest bedroom door. "Get ready to be amazed!" He said excitingly.

Her open the door and Clary gasped. It might have been one of the most beautiful rooms she had ever seen. It was nothing she would have imagined a twenty four year old man's guest room to look like.

The wall was a very light purple, almost violet. A Bed with baby blue sheets and white pillows and was highly elevated off the ground. Clary thought it had to be at least four feet tall. She looked sad next to it. She turned to Jace with a pout on her face and he laughed.

"I like to be up off the ground." He chuckled.

"Well some of us can't get up that far."

She turned back and finished looking around. There was a tan dresser with a flat screen TV sitting on top of it. Next to the bed there were end tables that shared the same color with the dresser. Each had a lamp on top of them and a picture frame.

Clary walked over to the left side of the bed and picked up the picture frame. It showed a picture of a little boy smiling with his two front teeth missing. Clary smiled at the child version of Jace. He was cutie.

"Who took this?" She asked.

"Oh, that was my adoptive mom who took that. She used to be best friends with my dad. Then when he died she took me in."

Clary giggled as Jace threw himself on the bed and groaned. "My bed is so much more comfortable than this one."

Clary herself climbed on the bed and began to crawl to the other side so she could look at the other picture on the right end table. Before she could get there though Jace grabbed her waist and pulled her back to him. She yelped and before she knew what was happening he had pinned her under him.

"I don't want you to look at that picture, okay?"

She looked at him curiously but she didn't want to anger him. She was a guest in his house after all. "I won't touch it." She promised.

He sighed and got off of her. "No that's ridiculous, I'm sorry Clary I shouldn't be keeping things from you."

She sat up and took his face in her hands. "You don't need to tell me until you are ready. I think I trust you."

He chuckled. "Think?"

She nodded. "Maybe you could show me your room now?"

He smiled and grabbed her hand; he practically pulled her all the way there. She smiled at how childish he was acting. She liked Jace waaaaay better than Mr. Herondale.

He opened the door to his room and smiled down at her. "Right this way Madam."

"Madam?" She questioned. "It makes me sound so important."

"You are."

Clary blushed as he led her into his room. She stopped in her tracks when she saw it. It was white. Just white. That was the only way she could describe it. It was also so very clean that Clary felt ashamed of her slobish ways.

Jace was biting his lip. "Do you like it?"

"It's white." She responded.

"The TV isn't."

Clary rolled her eyes. "How did I know you were going to say that?"

He smirked. "Already predicting my every move?" He said as he pulled her close. She rested her hand on his chest and look up at him. She bit her lip, "Is this wrong?"

He leaned forward and slowly kissed her lips. Clary felt her stomach flutter and her heart erupted. She had never felt this way before.

"It is only as wrong as you think it is, love. I don't want you to think of us that way. I just want you to be happy and if being here isn't going to accomplish that then I will help you find a place." Jace whispered.

She shook her head. " I just don't want you to get in trouble, I can't have another person leave me."

He bent down and kissed her again. The feeling of bliss returned but each time he kissed her that feeling grew stronger. When he pulled away Clary grabbed his head and pulled him back to her. Eventually they pulled away gasping for breath.

"That was the most amazing thing I have ever felt." Clary panted.

Jace grinned down at her. "Does that mean you'll sleep in here with me tonight?"

She smirked, "It depends how dinner goes."

He looked at her with his eyebrows scrunched. "I'm taking you to dinner?"

She shook her head. "No, we're gonna make something together."

He pulled her into another kiss. "Oh Clary," He spoke as he pulled away. "You are going to be the death of me."

Hey you all! I'm really proud of this chapter. It isn't really all that rushed and I love it when it flows!

Did anyone else get LADY MIDNIGHT today! Ahhhhh the perks of pre-ordering books.